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I will get my post up soon, likely after one or two more people go. In the meantime, have this:
Whenever we get rich and famous, just hire a guy to forge you some glorious armor and say that it looks like that.
We could all get some kind up weapon and/or armor upgrade later in the game from some powerful guy we worked for, in lieu of or in addition to actual payment.
More or less between you and Bridge as to when and how you get it.
We could all get some kind up weapon and/or armor upgrade later in the game from some powerful guy we worked for, in lieu of or in addition to actual payment.
More or less between you and Bridge as to when and how you get it.
Ana was more than a bit tired. Giving a beating, taking a beating, and pulling a heavy bastard out of the ocean took a lot out of someone. But, whatever, there was still work to be done. Maybe. As she stumbled back to the squad and the heavies who were still conscious, she heard the sergeant call over to her and ask about weapons. In response, she unclipped one of the sharpers at her hip and raised it up high above her head, grinning beneath her helmet. She placed it back, then continued to head on over the squad. Moments later, the cry of "Sharper!" was sent out, to which she flinched. However, common sense forced her to believe that there were no sharpers in the field, as there was no explosion, and the fact that the only sapper around was her.
Speaking of explosives, the familiar sight of her cart came into view. She waved at the driver, a young man who worked for the innkeeper, if she remembered correctly, and motioned for him to wait. Oh, she couldn't wait to tell everyone this fight meant nothing, since she was going to be bringing her bombs onto whatever ship they were going on regardless. Probably would get the shit kicked out of her by Fyn, but it would be worth it just to see the looks on their faces. Rather than actually re-enter the fight, Ana stepped up beside her cart, and crossed her arms as she watched her squadmates beat the snot out of what was left of the heavies. She removed her helmet, allowing herself to breath air that wasn't hot and stuffy, and set it up on the cart near the innkeeper's feet.
"Almost brings a tear to the eye, don't it?" she said to the nearest recruit, referring to the fight. "None of them know each other, but they fight like they've been fighting by each others sides for years." The recruit agreed, then went back to watching. Ana gave the driver of her cart the last bit of his pay, then began rustling around in the back. Everything seemed to be in order. All of the sharpers, burners, and crackers were exactly where she'd left them, and their were even the same number as when she'd last checked. Even the cusser, hidden beneath all of its padding, was still in perfect condition.
Placing the canvas back over her precious cargo, she stood up beside the cart, a strange smile on her face, and watched as her comrades finished off the rest of the heavies. She'd beat her opponent, now her job was to make sure no one got frisky with her cart.
Speaking of explosives, the familiar sight of her cart came into view. She waved at the driver, a young man who worked for the innkeeper, if she remembered correctly, and motioned for him to wait. Oh, she couldn't wait to tell everyone this fight meant nothing, since she was going to be bringing her bombs onto whatever ship they were going on regardless. Probably would get the shit kicked out of her by Fyn, but it would be worth it just to see the looks on their faces. Rather than actually re-enter the fight, Ana stepped up beside her cart, and crossed her arms as she watched her squadmates beat the snot out of what was left of the heavies. She removed her helmet, allowing herself to breath air that wasn't hot and stuffy, and set it up on the cart near the innkeeper's feet.
"Almost brings a tear to the eye, don't it?" she said to the nearest recruit, referring to the fight. "None of them know each other, but they fight like they've been fighting by each others sides for years." The recruit agreed, then went back to watching. Ana gave the driver of her cart the last bit of his pay, then began rustling around in the back. Everything seemed to be in order. All of the sharpers, burners, and crackers were exactly where she'd left them, and their were even the same number as when she'd last checked. Even the cusser, hidden beneath all of its padding, was still in perfect condition.
Placing the canvas back over her precious cargo, she stood up beside the cart, a strange smile on her face, and watched as her comrades finished off the rest of the heavies. She'd beat her opponent, now her job was to make sure no one got frisky with her cart.
Will get around to a post this afternoon, school will keep me busy until 7th period.
I believe the only ones to have not posted at this point are Chibi and Seuss.
I believe that the only ones to have not posted at this point is Chibi and Seuss. That right?
@HeySeuss
Bridgeburner said
HeySeuss - for magic, since the power is coming out of the warrens, a simple hand wave or gesture might help a Mage open up the invisible portal to the other realm.
If you want chants or what not for your character go ahead with it though! Whatever suits him best, let's just say that mages in Mirhandia have many different techniques of channeling the warrens.
Bridgeburner said Just saying, you're the gleaming archetype of what I wanted in our sapper. I expected that reaction from seeing the ship!
I figured everyone would've wanted one of those jittery insane guys who plays with explosives. Glad to see that someone appreciates the slightly levelheaded bombadier.
That post is longer than I feel it should be.
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